"You played it with great seriousness. And it is not such an uncommon game. Do you know Ibsen's poem — <blockquote> To live it to do battle with trol… - Robertson Davies

There he lay, in a pale frothing liquid which she had, for a dreadful moment, believed to be some eccentric vital fluid of his own, but which issued from a case of broken bottles which lay near him.

Modern disillusion is unlikely to last forever, and nothing rings so hollow as the angst of yesterday.

If you attack stupidity, you attack an entrenched interest with friends in government and every walk of public life, and you will make small progress against it.